With a groan Relena went through a stag of boxes and fabrics upon the small table in her bed chamber, clearly looking for something she wasn’t able to find. With a sigh the princess set down on her bed. “Plenty of jewels and fabrics but not a single book…or scripture… nothing that is even close to being interesting…”, she mumbled, her gaze lingering upon the table. “I must sound terribly ungrateful right now…”
Viserys had barely been able to get through the door, the guards to her chambers had to open the door, picking up the few items that had fallen out of his hands as he struggled to keep all of the books and other various items he had. Viserys ended up dumping the books on the bed as he managed to keep hold of the Valyrian steel sword that had been made just for Relena, perfect in weight and size.
“Happy name day, Relena!” He eventually exclaimed once he regained his breath. “Only the best for my doe. It’s a sword for you, and your house. But more so for you.” The handle looked like an antler, a cross guard formed by two antler points and the swords sheath was black with gold points.
Goldnwulf 